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September 8, 2006

Memory Metaphors in Cognitive Psychology

Filed under: Top Draws — Santhosh @ 10:09 PM
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

~Edward de Bono

It’s been 15 months since college got over and I left my beloved Madurai and came over to Bangalore, to start a completely new life.

Strange how, when i think back on these 15 months from the perspective of what has happened in the said period, it seems like an eternity. Yet, when i look at what was before this timeframe, and remember everything so clearly, it all seems like it really is not that long ago.

A lot has happened in the time.
All over the world, and in mine.
Around me and inside me.

A whole lot of new lessons and experiences, all these new people and places, a changing of the guard, becoming an alien to what i really am, watching people grow up, watching people change, taking on a life which is busy and full and joyless and empty…..

If I take a count of the events that have unfolded severally over the said time frame, it feels like a lifetime in itself. So much has happened, so much has changed, it seems impossible that all these could possibly have taken place in just these last few months. I can’t even start to gauge how deep the chasm is which divides what was and what is.

Yet, it all seems like too little time in reality.
It feels as if that past life was just a few hours ago.
Like it is all still happening around me, inside me.

The mental portraits of all those friends, all those hangouts, all those small incidents that make up life, all those (mis)adventures, all those special people, are all so fresh in the eye it seems strange that so much time has indeed passed. Almost as if the images are still retained in the lens, and are yet to be passed on to be processed and stored.

The memories are so fresh, images flashing through the mind’s eye, an intense onslaught of nostalgia that overpowers my feeble attempts to get on with it, something here that triggers an avalanche of emotional recollections and renders me into wistful melancholy, anything and everything reminding me of something else from the not so distant past.

The past and the present coalesce seamlessly, yet are, and will remain, as distinct as fire and darkness. A sense of living in the past, only to look around and notice it’s the present that is slowly but surely leaving a trail to be espoused.

Am I alone here?



  1. an absolute scorcher, but still scratching muh head….

    Comment by anandh — September 11, 2006 @ 8:13 PM | Reply

  2. antha naal nyabagamnenjilae vanthadhaenanbanaenanbanaenanbanae!!!good one machi

    Comment by prakash — September 12, 2006 @ 1:08 AM | Reply

  3. Good one da!!

    Comment by Jeevish Glastine — September 12, 2006 @ 10:11 PM | Reply

  4. machi pullu arika vachuta da….

    Comment by Sathappan Sathappan — September 15, 2006 @ 11:13 AM | Reply

  5. @anandso am i,on what u’re scratching yer head fer…but i do accept that i did rambletee hee

    Comment by santhosh — September 15, 2006 @ 1:55 PM | Reply

  6. @prakashadha dhan da nan english la solirukaen

    Comment by santhosh — September 15, 2006 @ 1:55 PM | Reply

  7. @jeevishthanks da

    Comment by santhosh — September 15, 2006 @ 1:56 PM | Reply

  8. @sathdaiarikkaradhu ne kulikama irukaradhala irukum daen mela paliya podatha

    Comment by santhosh — September 15, 2006 @ 1:56 PM | Reply

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